Novel Reincarnation of the Murim Clan’s Former Ranker Chapter 312

Episode 312

The two sides showed completely opposite reactions when Black Myeongwang, who was evaluated to be stronger in actuality, appeared on the battlefield, while some said that there would be no big difference between Yu Shin-woon, the head of the Baekwoon family, and military power.

“Wow! The King of Darkness has arrived!”

“Hee! He is the real Black King!”

The warriors of the Baekwoon family felt energy and power welling up in their bodies that were about to collapse from exhaustion, but the warriors of the Jeonggeommaeng were running with their hearts pounding as if they had seen a grim reaper.

“Turn off!”

In this urgent situation, Hyeon Jong-jin was struggling in pain.

Suddenly, one arm fell off from the shoulder blade, so it was only natural that I couldn’t come to my senses.

When the morale of the battlefield suddenly turned around, one of the elders of the Volcano Sect hurriedly approached and spoke up.

“Great Chief Elder. Enemy reinforcements appear to have arrived. You must give the order quickly… … .”

Crunchy!

“… … i get it.”

Hyeon Jong-jin, who struggled to measure blood with one hand at the elder’s words, answered while gnashing his teeth.

He glared at Black Myungwang with eyes stained red from burst blood vessels.

‘This cowardly man uses men and women in a despicable way? He said that he had a family name attached to it, so he must have taken at least one heirloom.’

Hyeon Jong-jin did not think that it was Yoo Il-rang’s ability that the opponent had dealt a blow to him.

It was because he thought that there was no other means to cut off his arm from such a long distance than memorization.

Hyeon Jong-jin, who was recovering the sword from his right arm that had been scattered on the ground, couldn’t help but wonder.

‘… … what? Where’s the memorization?’

Although he was looking everywhere, he could not see the memory of cutting off his arm anywhere around him.

It was unbelievable.

Could it be that the author radiated an intangible energy that is only passed on in legends?

Suaa!

Chow!

Then, King Heukmyeong stomped his feet lightly and threw himself at Hyeonjongjin.

I couldn’t see any jockeys, but it was a speed that was too much to follow with my eyes.

“Ah!”

“What? Kuck!”

While moving like a flash of light, Black Myungwang was slashing away all enemies passing by on the battlefield.

Unable to even see the action of the slash, the warriors of the Jeonggeomblin lay on the ground screaming in agony.

‘Huh, you’ve gotten stronger in the meantime.’

‘It’s hard to even follow the family lord and King Black Myung.’

While Taeil and Do Jinwoo were picking out their unique skills, they had no choice but to express their sincere exclamation.

Hyeon Jong-jin gave an order to the elder at the exponentially accumulating corpses of Jeonggeom-maeng warriors.

“Go to the hillside where he was and see how many more reinforcements have come and how they are doing.”

“Yes, I understand!”

As soon as the words were finished, the elder of the Volcano faction detoured the divine law so as not to run into Black Myungwang.

‘Among the enemy troops dispersed to three places, only one place can come. At that level, we can continue to occupy our advantage.’

The moment Hyun Jong-jin was rolling his head like that.

Chuck.

Il-Rang, who had cut off all the sword-blind warriors who stood in his way, arrived in front of him.

A drop of cold sweat ran down Hyeon Jong-jin’s back at the eyes shining insiniously from inside the helmet.

“joy! Did you think you would win if you cut off one arm? I have seen through all of your wicked tricks, so there will be no more mistakes!”

Pretending not to be shaken, he breathed energy into the sword he had picked up with his left hand.

Hyeon Jong-jin’s sword was shining with a ferocious light.

Sureureung!

Chow!

Yuilang did not respond to him, just raised his sword and pointed it at him.

Hyeon Jong-jin’s anger was rising from the depths of Danjeon at Yoo Il-rang, who continued to ignore himself without saying a word.

‘You cheeky b*stard! Are you saying that there are so many reinforcements coming?’

Hyeon Jong-jin thought the source of that confidence was because of the additional troops that would soon arrive.

“Elder! There are no additional reinforcements. It’s only him who came!”

At that moment, the elder of the Volcano Wave, who climbed the mountainside, shouted with a proud look.

It was.

Indeed, when I looked down at the other side of Yuilang from the middle of the volcanic wave, there was only an empty landscape.

Yuilang came here alone.

At that fact, the faces of the Jeonggeombong warriors began to shine brightly.

Hyeon Jong-jin laughed loudly and mocked Yoo Il-rang.

“Hahaha, was it just bravado? That reputation is as exaggerated as that of my master!”

It was a trick to break the rising morale of the camp by saying that there were no additional troops.

“joy! What more do you need reinforcements for!”

“If the Black Myeong-nim comes, it is our victory!”

Contrary to Hyeon Jong-jin’s idea, Baekwoonsae did not lower the morale of the warriors at all.

They sincerely thought that the victory or defeat of the battlefield had already been decided by the fact that Yuil and only one person came.

Hyeon Jong-jin frowned at the sight.

‘What do these guys think of me, the leader of the Great Volcano Sect!’

“OK! I’ll cut off his head and trample on his worthless hopes!”

Pababat!

Chow!

Hyeon Jong-jin exerted his divine law with extreme intensity and rushed at Yuilang.

Whoops!

However, Yuilang just blew pure magic into the sword from his seat, as if there was no need to evade it.

‘… … Magician?’

Embarrassment appeared on Hyeon Jong-jin’s face as he felt the magic from Yuilang’s sword.

Hyeon Jong-jin, who stepped on the footsteps and approached the closest distance of King Black Myeong, pondered for a moment.

Should I use the volcanic wave’s hole with the power of anti-demon? Will it be defeated with the martial arts of the Blood Bridge with more destructive power?

“Die!”

Cheer up!

Quagga!

What Hyeon Jong-jin chose was not the Volcano Sect’s Jeong Gong, but the Blood Bridge’s Magic Gong.

As a result, it was the worst choice.

Cheonseomma Hyeongroe (天閃魔形雷).

Oh.

Blood Fall (血雷降臨).

Pazz!

Thunderbolts red like blood burned from Hyeon Jong-jin’s blade.

The red thunderbolt, rising and burning through the air, was strong enough to turn everything it touched into ashes.

‘Did you think someone like you could pull this off!’

Hyeon Jong-jin rotated his body fiercely with one foot as an axis and confidently poured sword steel into Yoo Il-rang’s scruff.

… … But he really didn’t know.

Cheonseomma Hyeongroe is the martial arts of the Demonic Sect that the Blood Gyo received from Cheon Jin Joong.

All martial law that exists in the Demonic Cult was already in Yuilang’s head.

Chow!

Yoo Il-rang took a step forward and abruptly inserted his demonic sword into Hyeon Jong-jin’s open sword.

Passes!

With that one move, the blood that had been burning in Hyeon Jong-jin’s sword suddenly cooled down.

‘… … what?’

The moment when Hyeon Jong-jin couldn’t hide his embarrassment at the sudden phenomenon.

Yuilang’s demonic sword, which completely destroyed Cheonseomma Hyeongroe’s sword, rode on Hyeonjongjin’s sword like a living poisonous snake and advanced.

The venomous snake’s movement, which slowly wrapped its body around the fragile prey, passed Yuilang’s blade and rode his left arm forward.

“Keuk kkeuk!”

Hyeon Jong-jin let out a moan as a sharp pain spread from Hyeon Jong-jin’s left arm that Yuilang’s sword brushed past.

Sudden!

The applique on his left arm was cut into dozens of pieces and fell to the ground.

The blade of Yuilang’s magic sword had cut off his arm.

‘Oh, no!’

After breaking his left arm, Hyeon Jong-jin gnashed his teeth and stepped back at Yuilang’s sword that was now approaching his neck.

Awesome!

Tuduk!

However, the cost of stepping on the enemy’s trap and forcibly trying to escape was high.

“Quaaaaagh!”

Yuilang’s magic sword cut off one of the fleeing guy’s arms again.

Hyeon Jong-jin, who lost both arms, screamed with a bloodless face.

“The Grand Elder!”

“What is this… … ?”

The fact that the prosecutor lost both arms meant the end of his life.

The Swordsmen of the Volcano Faction were in despair as they saw their leader who had become a miserable figure.

However, Hyeon Jong-jin had no time to worry about such things.

‘Keugh! Why is Ma Magi running out of control… … !’

Yuilang’s Pure Magician, which infiltrated into Hyeon Jong-jin’s inside, was flowing through Hyeon Jong-jin’s bloodstream and agitating the demonic spirit.

Pure magic is an energy that stands above all demons.

No matter how much Hyeon Jong-jin tried to suppress and calm the demon, the pure horse laughed and ran more and more violently.

“Ah!”

Hyeon Jong-jin screamed again at the pain beyond his limits.

Blood vessels were swollen all over his body, which had been forcibly put into a state of intoxication.

“Are you all right, Chief Elder?”

“Take care of yourself!”

The elders and a group of disciples hurriedly approached the gruesome appearance.

“Keep pole! Knock off!”

“Great Elder, why why? Wow!”

“Keep it off! Please save me… … ! Kuck!”

Then, Hyeon Jong-jin, who lost his reason, began to absorb their energy by making sounds that were not human.

The contaminated mana from Hyeonjongjin’s body ran amok.

dump!

The elders and a group of disciples who had lost all their strength fell to the ground in the form of throats.

They, who did not know that they would be killed by their own death penalty and their teacher, were dried up and twisted with astonished expressions on their faces.

“Kreak!”

Hyeon Jong-jin’s face melted and spores swelled on his body, transforming into a full-blown monster.

I was controlling the polluted mana with a bet that reached the status quo, but when it was messed up by the pure horse, the control area collapsed.

The self-assured swordsman’s appearance has turned into a living mushroom monster called Shraker.

“What is that… … !”

“Oooh!”

Among the monsters, he was the most hideous-looking shuraker, so only hatred and fear remained in the eyes of the Volcano Warriors looking at Hyeonjong Jinin.

Pababat!

Shuraker, who had now lost all of his ego, rushed towards Yuilang.

Now, the only thing left for him was his love for Yoo Il-rang.

“Gueek!”

“Ah!”

The volcanic warriors nearby poured out moans of pain as the shuraker spewed spores and venom containing lethal poison from its mouth and entire body.

A black ooze oozes from each wound where the spores had taken root, and mushrooms grew.

“That guy is not the elder! Be cut off!”

“This monster!”

Even the Volcano Warriors swung their swords, telling them not to approach him.

Even though he was stabbed with a sword by his disciples with contempt, Schraker finally arrived at Yuilang.

Pupuk!

Fufufufu!

-Ah?

However, the shuraker, who was about to spray the venom, dropped his limbs when his entire body stopped moving.

An intangible awl was binding his limbs to the earth.

As soon as the only one, Schraker, arrived in front of him, he shot an intangible sword steel.

“G-aa!”

Schraker groaned as he saw Yuilang slowly approaching him.

The fear of death had made even the will to live disappear.

Fire!

Passes!

Before I knew it, Yuilang’s sword was burning with black flames and thunderbolts at the same time.

Thundercloud Twelve Swords Ylang-ryu.

visionary.

Flameless.